The screaming had stopped minutes ago, but Mike could still
hear them echoing off the thin metal walls of the diner. That woman; that poor
woman had been eaten alive by the creatures outside and Mike and Victoria could
do nothing but listen to her horrific screams and harrowing pleas for it all to
end.
“These things are multiplying too fast! We have to get out
of here!” Mike huffed as he slammed his hand against the floor.
Again, Victoria glanced at her phone, pausing briefly to
wonder why she hadn’t heard anything from Derrick. Anxiety was beginning to set
in. If he was unable to find a voodoo priest to help them then they would
certainly need another way. “Mike, do you still carry that amethyst stone for
good luck?”
“Of course, I do. Why do you ask?”
“May I borrow it? I think I may have another way to get rid
of these things.” Handing over the gem, Victoria unfolded the map from her
pocket and set it out over one of the tables. “I may be able to scry
for the original source of this spell.”
